#might make a little vash and nai too...

[bennysblabbering]

NSFW Headcanons: Stampede

(98 coming soon!)

Ft. Vash, Wolfwood, Knives, Meryl

I may add Legato and Roberto if people want them lol.

Vash

• Definitely either afab or intersex. Does not have a human dick. I like the idea of him (and Nai) having genitals that look like a vulva by default but have a plant-like structure that can extend out of the clitoral hood capable of penetrating.

Something that looks like this or this. I think his would be around 6 inches.

• I also think plants would have no nipples or navels, and no body hair from the neck down.

• Either a sub or a soft & loving dom. Would literally rather die than be mean or degrading.

• Probably 60/40 bottom/top, he just likes to feel good and make his partner feel good. When he bottoms, he prefers it vaginally. Not a huge fan of anal, but he'll occasionally indulge his partner if they want that.

• Loves scissoring/tribbing if he has an afab partner. Will absolutely beg and whine to rub pussies when he's in the mood for it.

• King of squirting. Could win a fucking contest. When he cums, it gets real messy with all the slick and squirt he's released everywhere. (Not that he minds...he likes it messy.) Also, his markings glow when he cums really hard.

• Usually starts out with just quiet whimpers and whines, simply from just being self-conscious. Once he starts to feel more comfortable and trusting, those whines turn into full moans.

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Wolfwood

• His dick's about average girth and roughly 7 inches. The perfect length of not too big, not too small. Feels incredible in all the right spots. Uncut, too, and loves to twitch and leak. Really responsive to stimulation.

• Has only ever dommed before. He'd be hesitant to sub, simply due to his closed-off nature, but he might be willing to once he really trusts someone. Despite what it might seem like, his default is soft and affectionate, but he will absolutely be rough and dirty if you ask. (In fact, he prefers it rough and dirty.)

• In the same vein, he's also only topped. Probably wouldn't be too huge of a fan of bottoming but he'd be fine with trying it. Likes to be fingered, though- put a finger up his ass while sucking him off and he's a goner.

• Likes to experiment and willing to try most things at least once. If you've got a kink or fetish, he'll indulge you- he likes to see you turned on, and it's possible you'll convert him to be into it too.

• Obsessed with watching his cum drip down your skin or ooze out of your hole. It makes him feel possessive and swell with pride.

• A pussy/ass-eating god. Gets real down and dirty, pins you by the thighs and just mercilessly goes to fucking town. His tongue is so skilled it'll make you cum every time, especially since his scruff feels amazing when it rubs against your skin.

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Knives

• (Go back to Vash's section to read how I headcanon plant genitals/bodies)

• His...we'll call it a stem? would be around 7.5 inches. Just a bit bigger than Vash.

• 100% dom. Would rather have his arms and legs cut off than sub.

• Actually really likes to bottom, doesn't really care which hole. He does top though; he honestly has no preference. But if he's topping you, you better prepare yourself to have a sore hole and bruises all over your body.

• Big degrader. Can't bring himself to be soft or loving. The nicest he can be is neutral. But if you like being called a "stupid fucking slut" or "filthy cock-addicted human" then he's your man.

• Not very vocal, but loves to growl and groan. He'll lean over you and growl possessively right into your ear to intimidate you.

• Also he would absolutely use his knives for weapon play. Gently drags them along your skin and finds your nervous shaking incredibly arousing. Might even lightly wrap them around you and get hard at the sight of you paralyzed in fear.

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Meryl

• Prettiest fucking pussy in the world. Cute little pink folds topped with a perfectly kissable bud. She keeps the hair trimmed but not entirely shaved.

• Complete switch when it comes to dynamics, she can't just pick one. She loves both subbing and domming. She has a size difference kink specifically when she doms, though- she loves to control people significantly larger than her (which...is most people. She's 4'9.)

• Loves to bottom but will top for the right person. Definitely has a preference though. She can't help it, she loves the feeling of her tight cunt being pounded.

• Cums at the drop of a fucking hat. She'll cum at least 2-3 times a night when having sex. Earth-shattering orgasms, too. Her entire body thrashes and her moans border on screaming.

• Loves to get fucked in missionary the best. She loves to wrap her legs around her partner's waist, lay back and hold the pillow, and feel them railing her deep inside. She actually really likes it fast and hard.

• When topping, she likes to dirty talk and play a little rough. Loves to spank, pull hair, bite and mark up, all that good stuff. By the end of the night, her partner will know they're hers.

[gamerbot-22]

Spending Valentine's Day with the Trigang!

GIF by the-princess-cinnamon

TW/CW: Written with a combination of traits from across Trigun versions, written with the idea that they and reader are in a relationship (separately), lots of pet names!!! (Mayfly, Angel, Honey, Sweetheart), I am aiming to make y'all's teeth rot on how sweet these are, barely proofread and I appreciate spellchecks!

Characters Included: Vash the Stampede, Nicholas D. Wolfwood, Meryl Stryfe, Milly Thompson, Millions Knives/Nai

Recommended Listening: my love, mine all mine . a short playlist

A/N: Happy Valentine's Day, everyone! I hope you all are having a wonderful day, whether you have a partner to spend it with, a friend, or just your lovely self <3

Likes and Reblogs appreciated (reblogs > likes) and Requests are Open! It’s all under the cut!

Dividers in this post were made by @/strangergraphics ☆

🥀 Vash the Stampede

GIF by kvroko

He is the most lovesick man in the world on this day, let me tell you.

You wake up and see him in bed next to you just absolutely whipped. He wraps an arm around your waist and nuzzles in close and his first words are "Happy Valentine's, Mayfly..." before just drowning you in kisses.

Originally the plan was he would get up and make you breakfast in bed but he got all caught up in being close to you. So you're making breakfast together! It turns out nice, even if you two struggle to get it right.

There's not really flowers on Gunsmoke, but he knows what they look like. So you get a drawing of all sorts of flowers, with meanings only half-remembered from books he used to pour over as a kid.

If you got him anything it takes all of his effort not to fall apart on you. (Please get him something sweet, he deserves it!!)

He wants to take you dancing so baaaad. Like serious bad. There is nothing he loves more than getting to just be close to you and spin you around.

Vash spends all day trying to find a place to take you dancing, but it's a little hard to do that when you're an outlaw and an outlaw's partner. The effort is there but it just doesn't pan out.

But you know? There's something special about slow dancing with Vash by the fire out in the desert while he hums a song to you under the stars <333

🍭 Nicholas D. Wolfwood

GIF by mine-loves

I don't think Valentine's Day had been on his radar in a very very long time, so it's probably either day of or immediately upon waking up where he realizes "Oh shit, I need to do something--"

You're about halfway through the morning thinking that you're not getting anything from him when he nearly goes ass over teakettle rushing over to you. He has a half-crushed box of sweets in one hand and a bottle of something bubbly in the other and the most embarrassed look on his face.

He mumbles out a "Sorry, Angel, I almost forgot--" and holds both gifts out to you with his head bowed, like a shy kid or a nervous dog. But you take them in your hands and give him a kiss on the cheek and he doesn't feel as bad.

You two end up sharing, and while the sweets and drinks might be cheap, the time isn't. Hell, maybe you two even end up feeding each other like those sappy couples in those newspaper ads.

He's not a man of flowery words, but he did learn a lot about the saints as a kid. I don't think Wolfwood would frame it as a gift or anything, but when there's a quiet moment he tells you the story of St. Valentine if you're willing to listen.

"He used to perform weddin's for people 'n secret," he tells you, one arm wrapped around your shoulders. "People weren't too big on the Man Upstairs back in the day, so what he was doin' was pretty dangerous. Didn't stop him, though. Or the people he married."

Then he turns his head away from you to save some face. He doesn't want to put too many ideas in either of your heads, but... the idea is kinda nice. For the future.

Once he gets past the nerves though, you get all the kisses you could want. From the crown of your head to your eyelids to your cheeks to your lips. He has a new favorite holiday <333

📸 Meryl Stryfe

GIF by mine-loves

"Ah, honey! My birthday was yesterday! You already got me a gift; you didn't have to get me anything, really!"

She says that, but honestly she's really happy that you would go out of her way to give her a gift a second day in a row. Like! You didn't have to!! But you did!!!

So she takes it and gives you a kiss and when she pulls away her face is so pink. It's precious, and with her soft cheeks she looks a bit like a sweet all on her own.

And you get such a nice gift in turn. I think she's the type to get you something to wear or decorate yourself with, so she gives you this really beautiful pendant on a chain to wear either around your neck or wrapped tight around your wrist.

She also does her damndest to have a nice dinner reservation lined up, if you're in a part of Gunsmoke that allows. She wants to get all dolled up with you and just have a nice evening in whatever luxury an insurance agent/newspaper reporter's salary can get you.

And after dinner, if you still have energy, maybe you can go to a show together! Surely somebody has to be doing something on a stage nearby, right? And if they serve food too, you can share a dessert while you listen.

I think you two end up at a comedy show and have a great time, either laughing until your sides get sore or sharing some amused-if-sympathetic if the person on stage is floundering.

By the end of the night, Meryl's pretty beat and ready to just prop herself up in bed with you. I don't think she even makes it out of her clothes, she just lays her head on your chest and drifts off on the spot <333

💼 Milly Thompson

Breakfast! In! Bed! For! Her! Sweetheart!!!

You get the absolute gentlest wake-up call. She puts her hand on your shoulder, kisses your temple, and chimes "Good morning, sweetheart! Happy Valentine's!"

While you eat she gives you her big plan for the day: Nothing! She just wants to stay in with you and relax all day. And she seems so genuinely excited for that it's nigh impossible to tell her no, especially when she assures you that she still has special things to do in mind.

Once you're both ready to be up and out of bed, she gets the radio tuned to you guys' favorite music station so there's a nice backdrop to all your activities.

Then you spend the whole day just. Making things together. Poetry, stories, silly songs for just the two of you, and all the while there's that lovely music playing and a batch of cookies in the oven for later.

And once the cookies are done and cooled, it's time to ice them! You have so much fun mixing colours and making all these pretty patterns that look absolutely nothing like the book you're using for reference.

At first, Milly is a little upset she's not as good as the pictures, but you help her realized two very important things: no one else could make patterns exactly like she is, and they'll taste delicious either way!

Your evening is spent feeding each other cookies and going over all the things you've made together, and when you kiss each other goodnight you both taste like icing <333

🔪 Millions Knives/Nai

WE'RE PLAYING IN THE SPACE HE'S HERE TOO!! Nai lovers I see you and I love you!!! /p You deserve some time with your man on the holiday, too!

I don't think he would really mention the holiday or observe it in any special way, but like...

If he's playing his piano and you come in and be quiet, he won't stop. Even when he sees you sitting on the floor or leaning against the piano out of the corner of his eyes.

He has that one piece he plays all of the time, Visitation of a Calamity/Memory of a Piano, but it's not the only one he knows. After he's finished with that one for this bout of practice, he shifts into another one.

It's calming by some definition. It's still very powerful, and it reverberates off the ceiling and in your ribs, but it doesn't feel like the usual posturing that the other piece evokes.

It's sweeping still, but less a torrent and more a breeze that catches the folds of your clothes and the air from your lungs. It feels a little like flying, you think.

He doesn't say a word to you until he finishes the suite, then without even looking at you, he asks "Is there something you needed me for?"

And I mean... is there? <333

[liquorcooked]

Record Store Saturdays (vash)

Pairing: Vash x Reader. Knives shows up for a bit of it!. No specific version in mind! tags: record/cd store AU, knives is a good older brother maybe, soft its so soft JUST pure fluff, maybe knives isn't as bad as he makes out to be lol

summary: you share Saturday shifts with vash at the local record/cd store, one weekend Knives walks in unannounced

Saturday mornings at Needle Drop are slow and sunlit, littered with old paper and burnt coffee. The bell above the door jingles as you walk in. Behind the counter, Vash is fighting a losing battle with the register and a pile of newly delivered CDs. There’s a Sharpie tucked behind one ear, stickers stuck to his palms, and a paper cup of coffee balanced precariously on a tower of jewel cases. He looks up when he hears the door, and his whole face lights up like you’ve just walked out of a dream and into his day.

He sees you and nearly drops everything. “Hey, hey, you made it!”

You smile, already slipping your jacket off, the smell of dust, plastic, and coffee grounding you in a way you don’t question anymore. “You said you'd alphabetize the jazz section last night.”

“I did!” he says, too quickly. Then pauses. “Well… I got as far as Herbie Hancock and then I kinda—uh—got distracted by a documentary on Japanese jazz fusion and then I accidentally fell asleep listening to it.”

You smirk. “So, no.”

“No,” he admits, grinning sheepishly. “But you’re here now, and that means the place might actually function today.”

You shake your head, but it’s affectionate. Vash is chaos wrapped in warmth — a sunbeam of a person who never stops moving but always somehow makes time to ask if you’ve eaten, if you’re sleeping okay, if the mix CD he made you actually played in your ancient car.

Because, of course, he’s been making you mix CDs.

One every week, always waiting on the counter when you show up for your weekend shifts. The tracklists are chaotic: dreamy shoegaze ballads smashed against spaghetti western scores, sad folk songs with instrumental covers of video game music, and one that was just 30 minutes of lo-fi beats with cat meows layered in. Every case is decorated with doodles — suns with sunglasses, stick figures, little speech bubbles that say things like “For your ears only!” or “SUPERIOR TASTE IN MUSIC!!! >:)”

You pretend not to treasure them. He pretends not to watch your face every time you press play.

The day unfolds slowly. You settle into the familiar rhythm — you at the bins, fixing the alphabetized chaos he always leaves behind; Vash bouncing between tasks with that restless energy that keeps him in motion even when nothing’s urgent. The occasional customer drifts in, buys a used album, and drifts out again.

Sometimes, when the shop’s empty, he dances down the aisles with a mop like it’s a partner. He’s all limbs and laughter, and you’d call him ridiculous if it didn’t make your chest ache.

Then one Saturday, Knives walks in.

The chime rings and the air shifts.

Vash freezes mid-spin, mop in hand, as if he’s just seen a ghost. You look up from a crate of alphabetized Bowie albums and see a tall man, sharply dressed, black suit, black shirt, platinum-blond hair slicked back like he walked out of a boardroom into a fever dream. He carries himself like someone who doesn’t belong here, who knows it, and chooses not to care.

“Nai,” Vash says, voice cautious but not unkind. He shoots you a glance and mouths "my brother" to you, to which you vigorously nod your head indicating that you knew.

Knives doesn’t respond. Just walks to the back corner, scans the rock section like he’s assessing structural damage, and pulls out Disintegration by The Cure. He examines the tracklist, flips the case once, then carries it to the counter.

You and Vash share a glance.

“Didn’t know you liked that one,” Vash says as he rings it up.

“I don’t,” Knives replies, sliding a card across the counter.

It’s so deadpan you almost laugh. He glances at you then — quick and surgical, like he’s scanning for weak points. You hold the stare. He says nothing. But something flickers in his eyes. Not disdain. Not quite curiosity. As Vash hands him the receipt, Knives finally glances at you. Eyes pale, unreadable. “You organize this place?”

You nod. “Try to.”

He hums. Not quite approval. Not quite judgment. Just... a sound. Like he’s filing something away.

Then he takes his CD, receipt fluttering behind him, and disappears out the door with barely a sound.

The silence he leaves behind is full of static.

Vash exhales like he’s been holding his breath for years. “He doesn’t usually... show up.”

“Is he okay?” you ask.

Vash just shrugs. “That’s kind of his thing. Showing up when you don’t expect him. Disappearing just the same.”

You don’t press. Vash doesn’t volunteer. But his hands shake a little as he reshelves something that doesn’t belong there.

Later that day, you find something strange tucked behind the counter, next to you bag.

Another CD case. But this one’s different. Not one o f Vash's. No doodles, no smileys. Just clean handwriting.

“This is not subtle. Neither is he. Figure it out." – K.

The playlist is short. Sparse instrumentals, strange transitions. Track six is Pictures of You. Track seven is Digital Love by Daft Punk. The final track is a cover of Let My Love Open the Door. You almost slap yourself in the face hearing the odd mix of songs Knives put together. You find yourself grinning yourself stupid - stifling a laugh, "God, I didn't think it was that obvious, gee thanks Knives."

You run your thumb along the track list again and let yourself really hear it. You don't know how Knives figured that out, but he did. Maybe he wasn't so bad after all. You blink down at the jewel case, letting out a half-laugh, half-sigh, "what a menace," murmuring to no one in particular.

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Saturday comes again. You step into Needle Drop like always — jacket off, waving to the fake plant in the corner that Vash insists is "alive with love," and you're halfway to the back when you-

Vash isn't at the counter. Instead, it's Knives? What?

Leaning with arms crossed, dressed in another black suit like he’s allergic to color, expression unreadable and somehow still faintly annoyed.

Your feet pause just past the threshold. “You’re not supposed to be here yet.”

“I’m never supposed to be anywhere,” he replies, flat.

You set your bag down behind the counter, narrowing your eyes. “You came early.”

He tilts his head slightly. “And you came back.”

You raise an eyebrow. “Obviously. Someone has to stop Vash from filing M83 under classical again.”

His mouth lifts slightly, and he doesn’t correct you either. His gaze flicks to your bag, where the CD he gave you is peeking out slightly from the front pocket.

You catch him looking.

“I listened to it,” you say.

He says nothing.

“Twice.”

Still nothing.

“I’m pretty sure I lost brain cells trying to figure out what genre that Digital Love remix counted as.”

His mouth twitches — the barest thing. “I don’t believe in genres. They’re crutches for the unimaginative.”

You scoff. “You’re such a weirdo.”

“And yet here you are.”

You sigh, but it's amused. “Okay, fine. You win.”

“I always do.” He smiles.

You roll your eyes. “I didn’t need help. I just—was waiting.”

“You were stalling. So was he.” He gestures vaguely toward the back of the store. “He’s in the storage room. Probably trying to work up the nerve to ask if you want coffee.”

You blink. “You came early just to intercept me?”

“I came early,” Knives says, tone clipped, “because if I left you two alone again, I’d be forced to hear him make another playlist about unspoken longing. And frankly, I can’t take another cover of ‘Take On Me’ played on harp.”

You snort. Loudly.

He doesn’t laugh, but you dont think you've ever seen him smile like this before. It's soft, not like how you thought of him the first place. That's probably the most you'll ever get though.

“I’m not doing this for you,” he adds.

“Sure you’re not.”

“I’m doing it for peace.”

“Uh-huh.”

A beat of silence stretches. Then he tilts his head, just slightly. “But... if you hurt him, I will burn this place down.”

You blink. “I- That was... not subtle.”

“I’m learning,” he says, and turns on his heel like he’s said enough for the year. The bell jingles as he exits, waving you off with an expectant look that says, "I expect both of you to get your shit together".

You’re still standing there when the back door creaks open and Vash pokes his head out, curls slightly messy, one hand holding a coffee cup and the other gripping the edge of the door like it’s the only thing keeping him upright.

“Hey,” he says, blinking. “Did I miss something?”

You glance at the front door, still slightly swinging from where Knives left. Then back at Vash — sweet, nervous, trying.

“Nope,” you say, walking over and gently stealing the coffee from his hand. “But you’re about to miss something if you keep hiding back there.”

"Did he say anything weird?"

"Yeah he definitely did."

"Oh? Sorry... about tha- I've been meaning to ask-"

"When?" You cut him off. You figure that's what he was going to ask anyways. Knives probably tried to give him a pep talk before you showed up.

He looks at you. Really looks. And you smile.

Because now you’ve figured it out. And so has he.

He puts the cup in his hand down and smiles in return, "after our shift? Coffee shop down the road? Just you and me."

[altades]

Vashwood rant

I can't sleep so why not analyze vashwood in the middle of the night

Now, this analysis is mostly of the manga, with maybe small takes from 98 and tristamp

To start let's look at the boys from their respective beginnings

Vash is so cruelly mischaracterized as a child, and it might be a little bit of trismaps fault, even though i do love it, or maybe people are just putting characters into boxes without really thinking about it but Vash is so not soft-shy-nice little baby brother. The whole thing with him being younger is so insane to me, i get why if Nai was born like 10 minutes earlier he would make it his whole personality (very sibling thing to do) but it's just so stupid. No, they have 0 age difference and it doesn't affect their dynamic cuz the are literally twins for the love of god. And, really, when you look at the manga as kids Nai was the emotional one! And he still is!

Nai is plagued by fear and anger and resentment and those emotions are what drive his every decision. Vash, on the other hand, is much more in control of his feelings and doesn't show them as much. That is to say that pre-tesla nai is the one worried about their relationship with humans, about their future, he's the one crying after talking to Conrad (what a sweet child he was) while Vash seemes much less scared.

And when they find out about Tesla Nai is the one who faints - he’s the more reactive one, the emotional one. And that small difference is what sets their paths so differently. Because Vash actually gets a chance to talk to Rem and figure things out.And that talk is so very important because it makes Rem, who already was everything to Vash, even more important. 

Now, I want us all to think about how terrified Vash was after seeing Tesla cuz he probably thought his own mother was going to dissect him and his brother. But then she saves him when he tries to end his own life, proving that no she’s not gonna kill him, because she, as every human, has the capability to learn from her mistakes and make better choices. (too bad Nai didn’t get that lesson lol)

And then we get to the big bad things. (it’s genocide) But the important part from that whole ordeal is Rem’s sacrifice. Because, listen, I love stories where humanity is shown to be capable of change and forgiveness is a virtue and love and pussy and all that but oh man can it be so so unrealistic and a little bit insane to watch (su im looking at u (i love su but oh boy that is not how the world works unfortunately)) but Trimax manages to make it work so well. I believe that’s cuz Vash is a very kind and loving man but is also completely out of his mind and has horrendous mommy issues. At least half the reason he doesn’t kill people is because Rem has died to save them, and killing them would make it all be for nothing. If he kills these people or if he lets them die would that mean that Rem died for nothing? Did she sacrifice her life to save these people only for her own son to end their lives? AND you know I’m right cuz he literally says it in the manga but also BECAUSE HE DOES THE SAME FOR WOLFWOOD (also he did kill Nai when he had the chance but we don’t have time to unpack that)

All of that is A LOT and very complicated (i love Vash he’s so well written he’s my perfect little meow meow) now let's talk about Wolfwoooooooooood /twirls hair/

WW is much easier to understand and analyze cuz he is, just a guy,, WW is just a normal person who gets insanely unlucky and gets in THE WORST possible situations (If he ever played DND he would roll straight 1s). That is to say that his story is sort of a way to show how much life in the badlands sucks, but also that there are good things even in the worst places (the orphanage) And WW reacts to situations in the most rational way possible way - he kills to survive. he doesn’t want to but he doesn’t get a say in it. If he could chose he would just live with his family and friend and do whatever. And that, him being so normal in such a violent and bloody world is what makes him suffer all the time. His inner moral compass is screaming at him what a terrible person he is and he promptly ignores it.

That is until that moral compass manifests itself in the form of a tall, blond and handsome stranger that he’s supposed to lead to his death. The stranger who turns out to be the most compassionate and kind man WW’s has ever seen. Who he’s supposed to kill. It’s like finding an oasis in the desert and being forced to burn it to the ground. And WW doesn’t want to do that, and he refuses to believe that the oasis is not a mirage so he tries to get Vash to kill someone, even if it’s WW himself. (It doesn’t work.)

As we all know WW changes his mind because of Vash’s influence. And he dies for it. Because even though Vash’s beliefs are born of human virtues, no man is made to walk his path, for he is not human and any mortal who tries to follow an angel to the skies is doomed to crash. WHAT YOU DON’T EXPECT IS THAT THAT MAN WILL BRING THE ANGEL DOWN WITH HIM

There is this line I wrote for an art i’m planning to make and if you’ve read this far you deserve a lil spoiler - “have you found absolution in bringing an angel to his knees?” and it captures perfectly what i'm thinking. And also Vash spends so much time trying to be closer to people but I think him killing Legato might’ve been the most human thing he’s ever done. Cuz it’s is so beautiful in the way he does it for the memory of the person he loved and yet so ugly in it’s cruelty.

I’ve said this before but most of the time when there is a human/ some immortal powerful creature relationship I don’t think the human is that special but WW HE SO IS. Maybe it’s the way that he’s just as deep in the nuclear bombs with personality business as Vash is, being one of said nuclear bombs, but still remains a normal person with relatively good morals that he can anchor Vash to a sort of normality that he doesn’t get often. Like what other guy would get hunted by all sorts of freaks with you, get in trouble all the time, get shot and etc and etc and then go for a drink with you like it’s a normal wednesday? Wolfwood. Or maybe it's that WW learns of every worst part of Vash, he sees him be on the brink of losing himself, he knows Vash has actually caused the deaths of hundreds of thousands of people and ALMOST did it again after Julai, and still stays with him? He sees Vash become something that is not human at all and still stay? Idk MAYBE IT’S ALL OF THAT but WW is just so important and so down bad but we all know that already so i’m not gonna add to that

Anyways, I got this all out of my system gn

[mediocreanomaly]

Vashwood x Reader Soulmate AU

Authors note: I eventually want to make this into an actual drabble but for now have the basics, that being said! I don’t know how the “your soulmate can feel your pain” au isn’t more popular in the Trigun fandom, think about all that untapped angst...

Other Parts Here: Part 1 | Part 2 | Part 3 | Part 3 (Alt. End)

•When Rem first tells Vash about soulmates he has stars in his eyes. There's something comforting about the idea that the universe has already hand picked the perfect person for you

•That is until Rem continues by telling Vash how people find their soulmates

• “Rem? How do you know when someone is your soulmate?”

 “Well...like this!” Rem pinches Vash, and Vash pouts,

 “What’d you do that for!”

•That’s when he learns pain is transferred between soulmates. Luckily, injuries were not, but feeling a broken bone seemed just as bad as having one to Vash. In fact, Vash thought the whole thing was kinda...mean. He didn’t want to cause someone pain! Which meant for a few days the idea plagued his mind

•Until Knives is...well Knives.

• “Nai? Do you worry about hurting your soulmate?”

 “What are you talking about?” 

“You know, do you feel bad that you might hurt your soulmate?”

 “Vash soulmates are a human thing, when have you ever heard of a plant having a soulmate? Stop thinking about stuff like that.” 

“Oh...”

•To be fair, Nai did think he was helping his brother by consoling his worries but ironically it just makes Vash feel worse. Despite the guilt he felt about potentially hurting his soulmate, knowing he just straight up doesn’t have one stings a bit

•After that Vash just kinda...forgets about it. I mean obviously he knows soulmates exist and every once in awhile he might get slightly bummed but he knows it’s for the best, especially after the fall. He’s got too much on his plate so the whole concept just stays on the back burner

•Then we jump forward a couple years (a century lmao) Vash does not think he has a soulmate, as such he’s just as careless with his body as our normal Vash is. He’s missing his arm (thanks Knives) he’s still covered in scars and he has no issue taking bullets for random bystanders because that’s who he is, and unlike the humans he doesn’t have a soulmate so who cares? (oh honey you got a big storm comin')

•Then it happens, Vash is just doing his thing when a blinding pain runs through him. It feels like his veins are on fire like he’s being torn apart and put back together. He has to hunker down in a shitty motel for a while because it feels so bad 

• The thing is, Vash actually doesn’t put the pieces together for a while. He’s gone this long without a soulmate so it doesn’t instantly click that he could be feeling someone elses pain, he just assumes everything he’s done on Gunsmoke the last century is finally catching up with him

•These pains keep coming back though, to the point where Vash eventually does go see Brad thinking this is either a “him neglecting his body” thing or a plant thing

•It’s neither. He’s a dumbass. Brad has to tell him it sounds like a soulmate thing considering he’s about as good in health as Vash can be. Vash argues the point for a little bit but the longer he thinks about it...

• Self-lothing to the extreme. This man had purposely taken bullets, stabs, burns you name it to prevent others from getting hurt, but the whole time he’s been hurting someone?

•Here’s the thing though, obviously whoever he’s paired with has it rough too if the random blinding pains are anything to go by. Suddenly feeling like his body is being torn apart, feeling like he’s being pumped full of bullets, feeling like he’s being twisted like a rag doll, there's a weird sort of...comfort, in the fact that at least his soulmate is getting a bit of revenge on him, even if that’s not the intention 

•Then he meets Wolfwood. Now, no matter what variation of their meeting you’re going with, I don’t think it would take very long at all for them to realize their soulmates. I mean have you seen these two? Whether it’s Vash feeling Wolfwood get hit by a car, Wolfwood feeling Vash slam into a wall, or one of them getting shot, they’ll have a moment of “no fucking way” soon enough

•Wolfwood...is mad. Mostly because Vash in a way made his life hell. Do you know what it’s like to be eight years old and feeling like you have a bullet in your side? To feel like you’ve just fallen off a roof? It’s brutal.

•Vash profusely apologizes (and cries) explaining to Wolfwood his situation. Wolfwood, after cooling down and getting bombarded by Vash’s puppy dog eyes, relents. Besides it’s not like he didn’t get his fair share of punches in, what the Eye of Michael did to him wasn’t exactly fun

•The two of them become alot closer alot faster, I mean their soulmates how could they not? It’s comforting to the two of them. One, here’s the person they know 100% will always have their back, something neither of them have had in a long time. Second, they are the only two who understand each other's pain...literally. Wolfwood has felt every time Vash has sacrificed himself before others, Vash has felt the childhood that was ripped away from Wolfwood, they know each other on a level no one else can.

•That is until a year later. The two of them are in a relationship now, and they both try to be more mindful of the other. For example, Vash dives in front of less gunfire and Wolfwood doesn’t just tank whatever's coming at him. Although, they both recognize they have high pain tolerances, so when push comes to shove...they still get their fair share of wounds. 

•One day they’re bickering at each other while setting up camp, nothing serious, it’s something stupid that they both don’t actually care about. Wolfwoods grumbling about something while he lays out sleeping bags and Vash remembers when Rem first taught him about soulmates and pinched his arm. With a shit-eating grin...a plan forms

•Vash pinches his own arm. He’s a little shit when he wants to be and Wolfwood snaps his head up when he feels the sting on his arm and just like that...it’s on. Wolfwood reaches for his own arm and and pinches which...Vash returns with a another pinch

•They think it’s hilarious, the two of them pinching each other (themselves?) trading banter when suddenly...they feel a sharp pinch high on their arms, but...they’re looking at each other and neither of them did that.

•So they do it again as an experiment, this time they choose a specific spot on their arms so they know if they feel pain anywhere else, what they feel is real. They press down hard and again an annoyed pinch shoots through their shoulder.

•Now let’s get this straight, having more than one soulmate isn’t impossible, it’s just extremely rare. As for not realizing they had a third soulmate...well a normal person would have. You’ve gotten your fair share of injuries but you need to put it into context. When you wake up sore, when you stub your toe, when you jam your thumb in a door, the boys don’t really think anything of it. They wake up sore all the time, my foot hurts? Probably from the recovering broken bone there. My face hurts? A bounty hunter pistol whipped me the other day of course it hurts.

•With this realization...Vash is in near hysterics. He turns to Wolfwood all teary eyed and rasps out “Nick...we’re torturing them”

•When it was the two of them they felt like they were even. Vash had his savior complex that ended with his scarred body, Nick had the Eye of Michael who rebuilt him, but you? Whoever you are you weren’t meant for this type of life. You who had been so careful to not get hurt that they hadn’t even known of your existence until right now

•The next few days will be a bit rough, they are both are pretty hard on themselves despite the fact it’s not really their fault. Vash will look like a kicked puppy replaying every time he’d gotten hurt in his head. Nick will retreat within himself, smoking alone a lot more and whatever he’s thinking about would be impossible to get out of him

•Once they realize self pity won’t help anyone they get themselves together and discuss how to handle the situation. It’s hard to find soulmates off of pain alone, it’s honestly a miracle that Vash and Wolfwood ended up finding each other

•But who knows? They travel a lot, their sure to bump into you eventually right?

•One thing is for sure, once they find you, once they meet you...they won’t let you go. In their eyes, they’ve caused you a lifetime's worth of pain already, so once they get ahold of you, it stands to reason that they’ll just have to give you enough pleasure to counterbalance that...right?

[nanomooselet]

Little but Fierce IX

By the end of the finale, Knives is excused attendance on account of self-immolation. Vash, though alive, is understandably in hiding. Wolfwood's pulled a Stampede of his own and fucked off, and his whereabouts remain unknown. Roberto's gone. Meryl mourns him.

She is the last one standing.

This has changed her. Her clean white has been darkened, and her reflective shades conceal her expressive eyes - a shield between her emotions and the world she never had before. Something Vash and Wolfwood both had the right idea about. She's dispensed with her poofy jacket and her oversized shoes, and of course one cannot help but fail to notice: she's not intimidated by a hint of sexuality anymore. (Or maybe I'm just too much of a lesbian to avoid noticing the tits, I don't know.)

She wears brown slacks. Hooped earrings. A grey shirt. She carries the weight of the people she lost in a dozen other little ways, something Vash himself does. Like him, she's come into herself - though she was always a little ahead of the boys in that respect. Girls often have to be; it's expected. But she was lucky, too, to have a stable base to grow from, which neither Wolfwood or Vash had for very long.

Overlooking her was Knives's greatest tactical error. Vash keeping his distance from her might also have been a mistake. Because she played a part neither of them ever could have - and not as Rem, and while Roberto openly drew a comparison between her and Vash, not him either. As reluctant as he is to assume the role just at the moment, Vash does do a pretty good job being Vash the Stampede all by himself.

It still always comes back to the twins. Wolfwood, as I said, has more in common with Vash than not. Meryl's different. She tries to be a nice person, tries to be like Vash. But the twin she most resembles isn't Vash.

It's Knives.

Or perhaps a better way to think of her would be as Nai - the solemn little boy Vash knew all those years ago, before he became the horror he is now.

Vash has always been a pragmatic guy, very concerned with what's of tangible benefit. He's practical. He's concerned with the physical. The flower is pretty, but is it edible? (It'd be better if it was.) He's good at improvising and thinking on his feet. He's all about what's real, what's here and now, not stories.

Nai was the idealist. Emotionally-driven. Intuitive. The one who knows little of the world, but tries to learn more. The one who looks for the truth, and judges. The one who seeks and observes and remembers. The one who makes structures and strives for efficiency. The one who tells himself stories inside his head.

Just like Meryl.

Meryl is aggressive and self-righteous. She's ambitious, determined to be on top. She's angry, and her anger motivates her. Whatever she decides to do, she wants to do it well and plan it out as thoroughly as she can - like Knives, she's a perfectionist. She doesn't have the raw physical strength to smash walls, so she's had to learn to be a little smarter than that to survive which... well, is maybe a lesson Knives could have benefitted from learning. But then if he was capable of learning these lessons, none of them would be here.

Meryl has emotions like solar flares; she's intensely expressive to the point of comedy, just like Knives has every single feeling he feels written all over his silly face. And her jacket made her look bigger. Like him, she makes an effort to seem physically imposing. It's just rather less effective on her and she looks like an angry blueberry cupcake instead of a Greek statue.

You know how Knives saw Tesla's remains, and later all those Plants go through the Last Run, and he justifiably freaked the fuck out? Meryl got to see, firsthand, Dr. Conrad's handiwork, her mentor's death (which, despite his assurances, was her fault) and then poor Vash slowly having his identity and memories ripped out of him until he was a husk.

They both had older men trying to shield them from danger and retaliation. One whom we all knew was doomed to die - even him, I think - and who tried his best to make the time he had count. With his death, he freed Meryl from his strictures, but left behind all the lessons he taught her. Meanwhile Dr. Conrad is held hostage to the fulfilment of Knives's wishes, and would have been freed from them with his own death. With Knives's defeat, he remains trapped. Still bearing his cross.

And call me delusional but… something about the way he's lingered on here makes my brain tickle.

He has to be thinking of what Roberto said to him. Conrad insisted he "did nothing to demean" his subjects, innocuous phrasing for a revolting suggestion. Roberto mocks him for thinking it absolves him, telling him yeah, I bet you didn't, you seem too uptight. My feeling is that it's a moral line Conrad is very purposeful in not crossing, the same way he tells himself he's giving those lost kids purpose.

Looking out at all these poor violated Plants, can he still believe Knives shares even that single principle? Is this what the endpoint of atonement looks like? Is this "freedom" the Plants themselves would welcome? He said it was a hundred and fifty years too late to save humanity... but Roberto's triumph may yet still echo into the future.

Anyway, Meryl's also someone who imposes her will, albeit mostly by scolding. She assumes superiority and will not bend to compromise. While she can't kill people with demon blade tentacles, now she's Derringer Meryl, counterpart to Millions Kni(ves).

But she differs from Knives in a few key respects. While both are (or once were) determined to find and know the truth, Meryl doesn't close her eyes to it once she does. She has the emotional strength, or perhaps a steadier foundation, to withstand such deep shocks to her worldview, and to learn from them, as a good investigator does. Which makes her a liar's natural predator - she's a counter to Knives and his delusional manipulations, a living tool to dismantle his falsehoods. And now that she's endured all she has, she assumes her own identity, leaving behind the insecurities which Knives found he could not abandon.

She can extend trust. (I can't get a shot that makes it clearer Vash is picking Knives up, sorry.)

She remembers the past, but is not consumed by longing for it.

She's proven herself worthy to bear and reveal the truth.

She's grown up. Now she's as strong as Knives wishes he could be, and she didn't have to kill a single person to become so.

And there's still more to come. She's getting a newbie of her own now, rather more reliable protection than a single derringer, and we know Vash's story is not yet complete. Nor can they be sure that Luida's plan will come to fruition. (And, I mean, we know even getting himself melted to a skeleton didn't kill Knives. There's no way it did. Personally I'm little concerned that he might, for once, have learned from his mistake, and remembers Meryl.)

Whatever comes, though, she'll have an important part to play in it - as important as Wolfwood, the right hand to Vash's left.

Don't overlook her. She matters. Ship or not, remember her. It would be a terrible pity if all the work that's gone into her story turned out to be in vain.

Fin. Final phase can't come soon enough. Possibly unwelcome personal insight: it was in fact partly due to her that I found the courage to identify as a lesbian, so my intentions here aren't entirely honourable. I demand more sexy fanart of Meryl.

Part I

Part II

Part III

Part IV

Part V

Part VI

Part VII

Part VIII

[rush-the-stars]

cici if you have any predator/prey thoughts to spare for vash or nico,, or both,,

anon. i cannot sleep. this ask…….haunting me…..

cw: predator/prey, chasing

a/n: possessed by the thought of them chasing you down. this may be a glimpse at another reader/story of mine called shrikethorn….this reader is v shrikethorn!reader

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dust kicks up with each stride you take.

you run for the hills; for the unforgiving desert and towards a horizon that you swear you know enough to follow back home.

the sky is burgundy—night will cover you, but you have to wait that long. you have to run for that long.

your lungs burn and throb—with this pace, you fear you won’t reach nightfall. you need the dark. right now, you’re open—a lone bird in a sky of sand. easy to pluck out of the sky.

the desert is unforgiving; the land itself seems to hinder your running. your footsteps sink into the sand, forcing you to push harder, to exert more of your strength.

you’re tiring yourself out.

but you don’t stop.

not until, over the dune, a dark figure emerges.

you skid to a stop, kicking up a wave of sand, trying to suddenly back peddle.

he has the advantage of the slope of the dune—

wolfwood descends on you.

fear kicks your body into overdrive and you push yourself harder, legs burning with how fast you whip around to run from him.

he chases.

if you can make it over the previous dune before he catches you, the down slide will help you gain distance.

you push for it.

you don’t dare look behind you, but you can sense him—you can hear the sound of the earth and his long strides.

just a little more—

hope glimmers like the sun in its last dance in the sky.

at the top, a flash of red.

a body that collides with yours—you both go tumbling into the sand. and you’d know him anywhere, would know the metal arm and the uncanny, frightening strength.

you fight with all your might.

“easy—easy, come on.” vash says as he wrestles with you, “it’s okay—it’s okay.”

you buck and kick and sneer. you pull at him and shove him and bite him.

“we don’t have to fight—“ vash says, taking your teeth in his forearm with only a little yelp, a smattering of sound you hear in his chest, “i don’t want to fight, angel, come on—“

and for all your thrashing, he still overpowers you rather easily. and then he has you, back to his chest, your body cradled in the crux of his, as he wrestles you still against him.

he holds you tight against him.

your teeth are still bared, still snarling, when wolfwood approaches.

“told ya that’d work.” he says. “flushed her out like a fox.”

you try to kick at him and he sidesteps easily.

“don’t rub it in, wolfwood.” vash says, still holding you tight, but his voice is by your ear. you’d shiver if you weren’t sweating.

you’re heaving still, vash’s forearm so tight against your sternum that it’s almost hard to suck in air. you must look like a mess—like a wild animal.

“you’re quick, if it makes you feel better.” wolfwood says to you, bending to be on your level. to look you in the eyes. “just like a fox, too.”

you thrash like you might lash out at him, baring your sharp teeth at him as if to prove a point.

“watch who you’re talking too—“ you snap as vash holds you back, cooing to you. trying to soothe your temper or your feral, fighting urge to break free.

“let’s you get back to camp,” he says gently, “we’ll feed you.” he promises.

“i don’t need it.” you bite out. “let me go—let me go back to nai.”

vash sighs, sorry and sad, squeezing you.

“you know i can’t do that.” he says gently.

“let’s go,” wolfwood says, standing and looking out towards the distance. “the suns setting. i don’t want to be hauling her in the dark.”

and then he produces a set of handcuffs—sturdy and silver, gleaming in the last rays of the sun. your own trap, your own collar.

“time to clip your wings, birdie.” wolfwood says and though you fight—you’re no match for the both of them.

you look out into the sky, plum dark and ripening, and vow you’ll get back out there—

you’ll get back to nai—

even if they chase you all the way there—even if they hunt you like dogs after a fox.

[novasintheroom]

I'm having a really bad day today, and was wondering if you have any vash crumbs you could drop? Anything from if Vash has a particular way of cleaning his gun, how you think he spends his quiet days, the smallest take would be amazing. Absolutely no pressure and I totally understand if you can't since requests are closed, but I wanted to ask you because you're my favorite trigun blog. You also can absolutely throw this ask in the bin and ignore it too, no hard feelings. Have a nice day and make sure you're hydrated. ❤️❤️

Aw, I'm sorry you're having a bad day! Those are always rough. Thank you for reaching out and allowing me to help out in some way!

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Vash is meticulous when it comes to his gun. We all know it's not because he wants to shoot someone, but because he wants to make sure he doesn't. I think Vash checks his gun more than regularly - always looking for flaws, dings, anything that might cause him to shoot off-the-mark and injure someone. It's No Man's Land, so of course there's going to be something that goes wrong with his gun at some point. I think he's had moments in the past where the gun accidentally shot someone in the shoulder or foot or severely injured a person when Vash lapsed on his gun upkeep. It haunts him, and pushes him to be better, do better. He makes sure the gun is an extension of him and all his hopes and dreams.

As for how he spends quiet days...those come very rarely. Not because he doesn't have the time to - he's always traveling, always looking for a way to help humanity in any small or big way - but because he rarely allows himself to have a moment of quiet. Quiet lets the thoughts in. And with the thoughts come memories. Rem, Nai, Luida, Brad, the woman he had to carry from the desert only to discover she had passed at some point on the journey, him not being quick enough to save the little boy who was in the line of fire of those bandits, all of his failures pile up and overwhelm him if it's too quiet. It's why he seeks out humanity when he can - they're loud, always turned in on themselves, worrying about where the next meal will come from, if anyone will give a helping hand, etc. It allows him to focus on others rather than himself, which is his whole goal. But he's learned that even he has his limits, and when a quiet day comes, he spends it reading or writing in his journal, catching up on hobbies he allows himself to try - metalworking is one I headcanon him having. With his strength and the luck of having a metalworker in the town he's visiting, he creates flowers, bowls, birds from earth, etc. and either sells them or gives them away as gifts.

[narrators-journal]

NSFW alphabet: Millions Knives

We back on the spice train here, but this time I’m exploring Nai a bit more hehe. Sure hope this one’s still coherent and consistent.

A= Aftercare (what they’re like after sex)

Knives is a bit...hit or miss on aftercare. He’s not quite a selfish lover, as he’s too egotistical for claims of him being bad in bed to be around, but his priority is...not quite his lover lmao.

He doesn’t cuddle, doesn’t really clean you up, but he will rub sore spots for you after he’s been very rough. Just don’t expect him to help with any bites or cuts he leaves.

B= Body part (favorite on themselves and their partners)

Unlike his twin, Knives doesn’t dislike his body. So, his favorite body part is likely his entire body, and more specifically, probably his face.

On his partner he’s shockingly not picky about the physique of his lover. You just have to be an independent, or at least insanely subservient and lucky on your timing, because his sex drive is pretty low, like his twin.

C= Cum (Anything to do with cum)

If you cum on/in Knives, he will likely kill you. Do not defile him like a whore.

When it comes to his cum, though, he doesn’t give a crap if he makes a mess of you. Though, he would probably prefer to put it in you.

D= Dirty secret (Their dirty secret)

While he might be somewhat unaware of it, I like to imagine Knives has just a teensie weensie bit of a breeding kink. It’s the whole ‘creating life’ part that gets him excited. And, no, you do not need to be a woman to fall prey to it.

E= Experience (How experienced are they?)

Knives is not that experienced. Though, unlike with Vash, it’s not from a lack of willing partners, Nai’s just an egotistical man who won’t ‘stoop’ to sleeping with humans unless he gets an urge he can’t just wait out.

This isn’t the hardest thing for him to do, because his sex drive is very low, so it’s very rare that he even wants to do it.

F= Favorite position (self explanatory)

If I had to give knives a proper favorite position, I’d say he prefers handjobs and maybe blowjobs.

Full on position, anything that has his lover with their face down.

G= Goofy (Are they more goofy or more serious in the moment?)

Nai is the polar opposite of his twin. Where Vash is fun and light-hearted when in bed, Knives is...well, he’s not quite professional, but he’s far more dominating and demanding of submission and praise.

H= Hair (How well groomed are they? Do the carpets match the drapes?)

He strikes me as someone who’s a little too egotistical to not be well groomed and clean.

I= Intimacy (how are they in the moment? Romantically)

He can vary a little bit in how he behaves in bed. Despite his usual cold demeanor, Knives can be very romantic and seductive when he needs to be to get his way.

However, ironically, when he simply wants to fuck, he’s that same somewhat frosty, dominating way that he is everywhere else. Shocker, when he’s not trying to manipulate someone, he doesn’t bother with the friendly facade.

J= Jack off (masturbation habits)

Knives does feel sexual need, but it’s not at all very commonly, so he rarely, if ever jerks off.

K= Kink (one or more of their kinks)

Naturally, Knives has a bit of a knife kink.Knives, blood, and sadism are some of the biggest kinks that I imagine he has.

Aside from those three, I imagine he has a bit of a primal kink, particularly that he’s a bit of a primal predator, and likes to be called things like ‘master’ or ‘sir’ in bed. Especially if he’s sleeping with a human, because he’s gonna make sure you remember your place compared to him.

And, while he won’t admit it, I imagine he has a pretty strong praise kink and maybe a little exhbitionism. He’s a bit of a show off lol.

L= Location (favorite place to do it)

I could see Nai liking to fuck in his piano room. Don’t know why, but it vibes as right to me.

Aside from that, I imagine he’s not against fucking his lover in front of a crowd, like, on a stage.

M= Motivation (what gets them going and in the mood?)

Nai probably gets the most horny at a strong submission of his partner. When they submit entirely to him, it gets him going immensely.

If that fails, stroking his ego is another sure fire way to get him horny.

N= No (What are their turn offs)

Degredation, being hit, and bottoming/being made to submit are all things that would get you killed for trying.

Touching him is a bit of a coin flip. Knives knows that for sex to happen his lover must touch him, but he’s not the biggest fan of being touched, so it can be a bit tense.

Basically any title aside from ‘master’ or ‘sir’ kinda ruins it for him. Knives is very strict with what he enjoys and allows, so creativity from his lover is not really appreciated lmao.

O= Oral (preferences on giving/getting, skill, etc)

Knives will NOT give his lover oral. That is beneath him. Hell, he doesn’t even strike me as the type to enjoy getting oral.

P= Pace (are they fast, rough, slow etc)

Knives is almost garunteed to be rough with his lover. Especially if they are human.

Just because you’re getting fucked by him, it doesn’t mean he won’t take every chance to punish you for not being a plant.

Q= Quickie (Their opinions on them, how often)

With his low desire for sex, quickies aren’t that often, but he’s not against them.

R= Risk (Are they game to experiment? Take risks?)

When it comes to putting his lover at risk, Nai is very willing to play a bit dangerous. He is a sadist after all.

When it comes to experimenting with risk to himself, he’s nowhere near as free with it.

S= Stamina (How many rounds can they go?)

Nai can and will go multiple, multiple rounds. He’s not gonna stop until he’s satisfied. You be damned.

T= Toys (Do they have them? Do they use toys on themselves or partners?)

No, Knives doesn’t bother keeping toys around. He is more than enough for his lover, and his hand is more than enough for him if he doesn’t have one.

U= Unfair (Do they like to tease?)

Surprisingly, while Knives isn’t a very nice lover, he is a tease.

After all, while he looks down on humanity, he doesenjoy breaking a lover down to a whining, needy, pleading mess, so he will gladly invest the time in teasing and edging and foreplay to an extent.

Though, be warned, he will tease you until he deems fit, so don’t entirely assume it will be for your pleasure lol.

V= Volume (How loud are they? What noises do they make? Etc)

He’s not very loud at all. Most you’ll get from him is a growl or groans.

W= Wild card (Just a random headcanon about the character)

he’s pretty aggressively grey-ace or demisexual, similar to Vash.

X= X-Ray (What’s going on underneath those clothes?)

I’d say Nai is about 6.5 inches below the belt. If we consider him as a grower, 7-7.5 inches

Y= Yearning (How high is their sex drive?)

His sex drive is criminally low. Between his disgust with 99% of gunsmoke’s population, and his own sexuality, Knives can go almost his entire life without sex and be at least relatively fine.

Z= Zzz (How quickly do they fall asleep after?)

Knives doesn’t sleep, so you are getting ditched right after the act.

You can sleep all you want, but he won’t.

[aimfor-theheart]

Ughh jealous nico...miss cielo can we also hear about nai and vash's jealousy🫣

hehehe anon i have been waiting all day to have the time to answer this

of course you can hear about nai and vash’s jealousy too 😌

i think vash’s jealousy is a hidden, dark thing that is closer to possessiveness. he feels horrendously guilty about it and definitely tries to hide it a great deal. however it comes out almost instinctually? maybe it’s the Plant biology in him…but maybe he likes to scent you? or i think he looooves to give you his jacket or have you wear an earring of his. not to mention the way he litters you in bite marks? he laughs it off a little sheepishly after but he certainly leaves them too noticeable and hard to cover up. he claims he’s not doing it purposefully but…

you definitely have to assure him, you know? he likes the praise. he likes hearing you’re his. it soothes something prickly in him. he won’t always tell you he’s feeling jealous, but you can tell with how he gets a lil overly affectionate? keeps nudging his head into your neck or hands like a needy puppy. little nips to get your attention back on him…huffs and puffs and gets downright mischievous to get your attention! slips his hand underneath your shirt, not too high but…you know…

and once and awhile, i think someone pushes him a little too far? someone won’t leave you alone or flirts with you too much—vash tries to be easy going about it! even if his eyes are starting to flash. but they just won’t let up on you…

and then he’s getting serious. and vash is sorta scary when serious….a little otherworldly? you kinda see why others might be scared of him, you know?

now nai….listen. i just think canon nai is like. very yandere. he doesn’t know a normal relationship and i don’t think he’s really capable of being normal about you lol.

i mean and he’s canonically possessive of those he cares about (vash).

unfortunately i think he’s sorta fickle and sensitive (cancer man moment) so if you even look at another person longer than he deems appropriate, he is likely growing agitated. and you will likely pay for it some strange way. or they will.

in nai’s ideal world i think he would keep you in a pretty glass terrarium, some tiny little paradise he has full control over. and no eyes who he didn’t approve of would gaze upon you. and you would only ever speak to him.

i think you have to be careful with nai—lest you cause someone their life. and then he’ll come to you and sorta…push you around? exerts his strength and size…makes you a lil fidgety and nervous….kinda plays mind games with you until you realize all he wants is some reassurance. you’re his. no one else’s. he wants obedience and submission tbh and he’s kind of the worst about getting it.

once he feels a little more secure, i think he softens a little. gets sorta clingy. needy like vash but he’s more demanding. simply arranges you how he wants you, like a doll, and does what he pleases with you.

i think the twins both are like…a lil animalistic…or non-human when it comes to their jealousy and possessiveness. you know??

[bozepomagaj]

UH-OH!

College AU!Trigun (part 4)

Summary: You were finally there, but as per usual, Nai just had to ruin this for you. You just couldn't keep your mouth shut anymore and you had to speak up which managed to change the entire trajectory of your life (but not really.)

A/N: LORDDD I stalled this one for far too long, but I hope people like it as much as the previous installment! Don't have much to say except please enjoy some angst, I got a little rusty cuz I haven't written any in a while. This wasn't proof read so there might be mistakes here and there woopsies

CW: light swearing, Nai has PTSD, mentions of death, mentions of attempted rape

Word count: 3.4k

<[previous part]

You were currently sitting down in a luxury, dimly-lit living room. The sugary smell of a vanilla candle filled your senses, easing your mind far more efficiently than expected. Sat across you was a stern-looking Nai staring daggers at you at this point. You could tell he wasn't delighted by the idea of having you in his apartment. Well, it wasn't really his. It belonged to his brother as much as it did to him. And to his absolute demise, Vash couldn't be more delighted to have you here with him. However, he was currently in the kitchen getting you some cookies as he brewed up some tea. He was quick to attach himself to your side again, setting the cat-shaped cup in front of you with a couple of chocolate chip cookies. Cute, you think to yourself.

So, heard you two are working on some project together?

„Thesis. It's a thesis.“

Nai interrupted. He couldn't even let his own brother talk without interrupting him. God, he was so frustrating to deal with. I mean, how can someone so professional-looking act like a total kid in situations like these?

„Yeah, we're working on a short thesis-„

„Short? A proper thesis should have at least 50 pages-„

„Can you shut up and let me talk?“

You decided to reciprocate and stare daggers back at him. The last thing you were going to do was let him interrupt you. The scowl on his face was quick to form as he straightened his back probably getting ready to debate you but thankfully the sweetheart next to you stepped in.

„Hey, hey, no reason to fight. I mean, it's a project for that stupid little event, right? No need to overwork yourself.“

Nai cleared his throat, relaxing back in his arm-chair. You guessed Vash was his weak point but for him to back down so easily was still a little surprising.

„That doesn't mean we shouldn't give it our all. We should still put in as much effort as possible to be a good example for all the younger generations.“

Your mouth hung open. Was he serious? Everyone knows no one reads those things. The only reason people even came to this stupid event was to get free snacks and skip out on class, common knowledge. He couldn't possibly be that naive and think that people would be reading them. Hell, if even one person read it, you'd be surprised. You roll your eyes at him and sigh audibly, making your own annoyance very obvious.

„People rarely read those. Sure, we should make sure it's not nonsensical slop but can you really write a high-quality, in-depth, proper thesis in 2 weeks? C'mon, use your brain.“

Nai stiffened yet again. It's like you knew how to push all his buttons subconsciously. Or maybe you did it on purpose. Not like he could read your mind.

„If we pull a couple of all-nighters and work on it every day, I'm sure we can make an exceptional thesis.���

This time you were the one getting heated. You learned that yes, putting in effort can be very beneficial at the end. But this? You knew damn well no one would care if you made the greatest piece in all of history because, in the end, they'll end up shoving it in the depths of some closet for it to never see the light of day again. It was stupid.

„You cannot be serious right now, I'm not pulling all-nighters for a damn thesis we need to do for an event. You can do that by yourself.“

Vash's attention kept jumping from Nai to you. He could tell this wasn't going anywhere pleasant. And he was never the type to enjoy seeing people fight. Plus, your tea was getting cold. He suddenly rose from his seat.

„Nai, I need to talk to you.“

Nai immediately got up and followed Vash to his room but Vash stayed behind to give you a comforting smile, almost like reassuring you.

-

„They aren't good company-„

„I don't give a single shit if you think they're good or bad company. They saved my life Nai. God knows what would've happened if those two guys managed to drag me to that room.“

Vash didn't feel like sharing all the details about his encounter at the party, knowing it would just fuel Nai's ego further that he was right, that Vash shouldn't be going anywhere near those parties. If you asked him, Vash should be attending school from home, in the comfort of his own bed while Nai makes sure he's fine. Because after all, he's the only thing he has left.

He still remembers that day so very vividly. That morning he got into a fight with Rem, all because she ate his pudding. It wasn't anything big but he was a kid and he was still getting adjusted to living together with his adoptive mother. After breaking her favorite vase in a fit of rage, he got grounded.

„Young man, go to your room now. And no going out or and no piano for the next week, you hear me!?“

She yelled after him as he ran off into his room, slamming the door behind him. He deserved it. She had every right to lash out at him. And yet why did she feel so... guilty? Maybe it was because she knew he had anger issues that he used as a way to keep people away, even the ones he loved. It wasn't his fault but she still had to step in from time to time to stop him from overdoing it. She sighed, leaning on the counter, a hand covering her eyes. She didn't want to cry. Not in front of Vash. But it was already too late as the young boy immediately bolted to her side and latched onto her in hopes it would somehow comfort her. She looked aside at him, holding back the tears.

„Vash, how do I make your brother like me? I just... I want him to know that there are people who love him and are there for him, that's all.“

„We could go buy him his pudding?“

She laughed at his response. She shouldn't be asking him such difficult questions, he was still just a kid. However, it wasn't a bad idea.

„Go grab your jacket honey. Let's get some more pudding. This time we're getting the big pack.“

Vash's reaction was instantaneous. He bolted to the hallway and grabbed both his and Nai's jacket but before he could go to his brother's room, Rem stopped him and shushed him.

„It's gonna be a surprise, okay?“

He nodded. Soon enough the two of them left. The apartment went silent. Nai had this tendency to sleep off his anger so he directly went to his bed and fell asleep in seconds. By the time he woke up, it was strangely quiet. Vash wasn't on the other side of the room, reading his books or playing with his toys. And Rem wasn't knocking on the door to ask if he was okay. Weird, he thought. He decided to go out, he's a big boy after all. He's 10 and soon enough he won't have enough fingers to count how old he is. The rain hit hard against the windows. Just when did it start raining so heavily? Looking out the window, it was hard to determine what time of day it was since it was so godawfully dark. Opening the door that led to the rest of the house suddenly felt chilling. The hallway was the same yet it somehow felt so big, too big in complete darkness. With careful steps, he sneaked into the living room. Empty. He tried turning the light on but to no avail. Rem always complained about the fuse box when this happened. She'd also always tell him not to mess with it when the power went out, opting to either call her or the neighbor if she wasn't home. Then again, that was last year. Now he was bigger, smarter, he could figure it out so he went down into the basement but not without grabbing a flashlight beforehand. The fuse box stood out to him because Rem conveniently labeled it as 'fuse box'. He lost track of time once he started looking at the little bits inside of it: it was an older model so it had a bunch of switches and he frankly wasn't big enough to figure out what switch did what. What finally made him snap out of his thoughts was the sudden loud noise upstairs. The doors opened. But it sure as hell wasn't Vash or Rem. Nai ran and sat next to the washing machine, hoping whatever or whoever just came inside wasn't going to hurt him. He heard more footsteps rushing in, his little heart unable to handle all this stress. Tears spilled over as he gripped his mouth, praying he wouldn't make a sound until he heard a familiar voice call to him. It was the neighbor. But even when he recognized the voice he just couldn't get himself to move. Before he knew it though he was being held by the neighbor as he sobbed into the poor boy. Maybe it was instinct but like an animal, he began clawing the man off of him, he didn't want his hands on him right now and yet the moment he saw 2 large men in uniforms he couldn't be more glad to be in the hands of someone familiar. Nothing about them looked recognizable so it felt like the safest place he could be right now was in the arms of his neighbor, who he spoke to maybe 3 times. Everything after that was a complete and utter blur. The police sat him down to explain things to him, and he followed them into the big car until they arrived at the big hospital. He only remembered small bits and images but nothing else. Except one thing. The clear image of Vash, strapped to what seemed a thousand tubes. His entire body was wrapped up in bandages, blood steadily seeping through them. It's ironic how this one image that he only saw for maybe half a second due to all the doctors who were quick to surround his brother's fragile body has managed to engrave itself into his mind so deeply, how he can even tell you the brand of the loud, buzzing machines that kept him alive. The image that makes him throw up to this very day. At that same moment, a young nurse, probably an intern, whose makeup had been ruined turned him around to face her and through loud sobs told him:

"I'm sorry honey but your mom isn't here. And she won't be coming back.“

And then it all blurred again. The human brain is fascinating to Nai, how your body, mind, and soul can torture you with images. It's your body, doesn't that mean there should be some balance? That if you hate something, you won't think about it or remember it ever again? Nai was completely lost in thought, a single sentence made him spiral back into the unwanted memories he tried so hard to keep locked away in the back of his head and Vash knew. Those eyes of his were always so deep and mysterious, it's like he held the entire universe in them but in moments like these, it seemed like every star was painfully ripped out of the dark sky and thrown off into the deep abyss turning his bright baby blues into a dark ocean of nothingness. He gently put a hand on his brother's shoulder to make him snap out of his trance.

„Nai.“

One word. That's all he needed from him. To him Vash was everything. After that day, after the day he almost lost him for the second time he couldn't even imagine what life would be like without him.

„Please. Just be nice to them. What they did means a lot to me.“

A small smile graced his face. The face he vowed to protect. If they meant this much to Vash, then who was he to deny this happiness to Vash?

„I'll try my best.“

„You always do.“

A silent smile was shared in this moment. Most would say that Vash melted Nai's cold heart but that wasn't true. The heart he had beat with nothing but pure, sinless love however, he's imprisoned it with chains of anguish and grief, like a songbird in a cage. It's caged in for who knows how long because its caring owner believes it's far too pristine and unsullied for the harsh world outside, it simply wouldn't survive. So it cries, it cries a beautiful song of pain and heartbreak that falls on deaf ears, and the people praise it for the sound of its cries for help. Truly such an unfortunate soul, to have all your freedom taken away from you by this owner. The only issue was that Nai was the rightful owner of this heart, this heart that he enslaved and never let anyone hear again.

They leave their shared room and you snap your head back at them, watching Nai's every move. They were in there for quite some time, what could've possibly happened in there?

„I'm willing to compromise. We can do as you suggested.“

Finally, he sounded reasonable. You nod at him and he leads you to his room. A place he rarely lets people in, let alone someone like you. But he couldn't stand to see Vash mad at him, so he did as he was told. You both sit down and after some small talk, you begin to work. This all felt... weird. Time passed by quickly and you didn't feel unwanted in his room, on the contrary, the very arrangement of the room felt like you were in some paradise. Everything had a place where it belonged perfectly and although he was a minimalist, it still looked so... cool. It felt comfortable here, but not in a good way. This wasn't the Nai you knew, the one who always threw insults your way and ignored you purposefully. No, this one was reasonable, kind even. The way Vash made him change in an instant made so many questions pop into your mind. You've heard of all the „twin telepathy“ jokes and how they're so in touch with each other's emotions and in this rare case, it seemed like it was real. Like they could read each other's mind. Or maybe Vash could. You wouldn't be surprised, considering he knew just how to cheer everyone up. Everything was eerily silent and going well. So of course you had to put a stop to that.

„Since we're already here and it's just us, I wanna ask. What's your problem?“

Your curiosity got the best of you and who could blame you? All this time, all you wanted to know was why the guy hated you so much and didn't even give you a chance to befriend him. Maybe you put him in an uncomfortable situation once and forgot or maybe he was just a jackass. The answer to your question would be given shortly.

„What in the world are you on about?“

„Don't pretend. I tried to talk to you on so many occasions, I'd say hi to you every single day. I genuinely tried to be nice to you and the only response I got from you were nasty comments. The least you could do is tell me what I did to make you hate me.“

He looked at you, dumbfounded. In a way, he looked funny. Like a kid who just got caught stealing from a jar of cookies. He glances aside once. Twice. Three times.

„Well?“

Your voice gets louder. Just what is going on in that head of his? He doesn't dare to look you in the eyes as he speaks, finding the floor awfully gorgeous on this lovely day.

„I thought you were making fun of me.“

Silence would've fallen over both of you if you didn't make the most loud 'HUH' sound in existence. After letting the man gather his thoughts he continued.

„I thought you were teasing me or mocking me. I didn't think you actually wanted to befriend me.“

This just made you spiral. Was it your tone? Your face? The way you dress? What could've possibly given him that idea? You took a deep breath, settling your head in your hands. Okay, so this was all just a big misunderstanding and you were both assholes. No big deal. You decided to speak up but also found the floor to be awfully intriguing today.

„I'm sorry. I really didn't mean for it to come off like that, I genuinely thought we could be friends and I tried befriending you. I'm hoping you can forgive me and I don't know, maybe we can start over?“

He finally found the courage to stop staring at the damn floor and looked at you, who still hasn't found that courage. He never got used to this feeling of guilt because he rarely felt it, often justifying his actions with a 'they deserved it'. But you didn't deserve it.

„I'm willing to overlook the past few weeks if you are. It'd be appropriate of me, considering what you did for Vash.“

A tiny smile graced his face. A smile indirectly caused by you. You felt like exploding right now because your plan to 'get his ass' just went to shit when he looked at you like some sort of a puppy. You couldn't get back at him for it because you had no reason. You felt guilt, surprise, happiness, so many emotions at once. So you thought of the next best thing.

„Where's your bathroom?“

You could tell this was the last thing he expected you to say but he told you which room and you bolted right out of there the second he finished his sentence. This went in all the wrong and unexpected ways that it could've! You were here to teach this guy a lesson, to make him feel guilty for the way he acted, and sure he does feel guilty but you can't possibly be mad at him now that you heard his side of the story. And now what? You go back in there, tell him the truth, and make the guy hate you even more or two. The better option. Suppress the guilt as much as possible and do your best to befriend him. That felt weird though, didn't it? Are you really willing to go and befriend someone whose nickname was Knives? You didn't have a choice, you were running out of time and options, staying in the bathroom would probably worry them and that wouldn't be pleasant. You slam the door open, determined to make this right. And thank God you did because Vash already started heading to the door and before he got to ask you anything you were in Nai's room.

„Sorry. If it's okay with you, I wouldn't mind starting over and at least trying to be friends. Even with Vash's situation aside, I'd genuinely like to get to know you better.“

You were pulling words out of your ass but it was fine as long as something kept coming out of your mouth. He was still sitting down, laptop in his hands but the thesis was long forgotten now. Surprisingly, it worked. He nodded at you.

„I'd like that.“

You plopped back down at the same spot you assigned yourself to as he began typing something on the laptop, presumably to get at least some worm done today. And now was the time for the most awkward part of every blooming friendship: getting to know each other.

„So what are you into?“

„Excuse me?“

„Do you have any hobbies?“

„I enjoy playing the piano. And I play games occasionally.“

„Woah, what? You? Playing games? I took you as more of a book nerd type of guy. No offense.“

„None taken. I don't enjoy most books because the stories are boring and repetitive, following the same exact plot lines and the love triangles bore me to death.“

„Harsh critic. That's good.“

You were making progress, conversing with Nai. It felt natural rather than forced like you expected. He still spoke in that monotone voice but it's not like it bothered you, he was clearly interested in the conversation. He then looked up at you.

„Would you like to hear me play?“

[gamerbot-22]

Helloooo, I see you're taking requests for Trigun! If you're comfortable, could you do something for a (gender neutral/nonbinary) reader that's on their period? All the characters in your other post would be appreciated if you feel up to writing for that many (yes, even stinky bastard man Nai)

BOY CAN I, APPLESAUCERER!! First, I LOVE your URL, holy shit, and second, what an absolutely lovely request, I would be more than happy to type this up for you! I actually saw this while I was working earlier and it inspired me to just. Power through that spreadsheet it was glorious. And with that done here we go!!!

Trigun Period Comfort (Gender-Neutral!)

TW/CWs: Reader has a period but is referred to in the second person and is gender-neutral, discussion of the side effects of menstruation with a couple references to the fact blood is involved without getting graphic, Nai’s an ass but that’s hardly a surprise I think, barely proofread.

Likes and Reblogs appreciated, Requests are Open, and it’s all under the cut!

🥀 Vash the Stampede

Precious man is HERE TO SAVE THE DAY

He knows what’s up, biologically. Being on the SEEDS ship, he had to have access to SEVERAL ways to learn about what a period is. (And if you subscribe to the transmasc Vash theory, 1. I love you /p and 2. Plants have different biology so he’s never had a period himself methinks.)

Definitely helps you stock up on preferred supplies, and is on TOP of snack distribution. Any time, any place, he’s got at least three of your preferred comfort snack in his jacket pockets.

Oh my god… Repeat of TriStamp Episode One where he tries to load his gun with one of the snacks he packed for you. Just crushes a candy bar into the side in a panic while he’s feeling around for bullets—

Will hold you if you ask, or will just sit off on the side and be quiet in case you need him but are feeling a bit too overwhelmed to be held.

Like I mentioned in the cuddles post, I think he’s very cool to the touch, which can definitely be helpful (cool hands to the back of my neck save me…) but he’ll heat up a hot water bottle if the cramps get bad, or will flop on your back if you need some pressure to combat the aches.

Lowkey he gets kinda overbearing during it all, but hey, maybe that’s what you need when you’re having A Moment for however many days straight.

🍭 Nicholas D. Wolfwood

I pray you all get where I’m coming from when I say he’s a “what size pussy are you?” type of supportive—

Like, alright, he knows what a period is, he’s just never had to deal with one first hand like this. Also, we gotta give him points for trying, because he is! And he learns quick.

It becomes a routine really fast. Lowkey he starts to like. Sense when it’s coming and prepare accordingly.

Like if he knows you prefer to have your space, then he’ll back off, but if you want him close he turns into velcro. Just… he’s right there with you the whole time if you want him to be.

He is very much following your lead because you know your body better than he does (*ahem*) and he trusts your judgement.

That being said… I think he made a bit of an ass of himself on the first supply run. Like he just comes back to you with a bunch of different types of tampons and pads and all sorts of things that looked like they might help because, and I quote, “I panicked.”

Also, lowkey, I think he enjoys the week-ish “off.” Like in a world where he’s not doing… All That, staying at home and just taking a load off with you sounds pretty nice, even if he’s gotta get up every now and then and heat up a water bottle or help with the laundry.

📷 Meryl Stryfe

Oh she makes no bones about it even a little bit.

You come to her and ask for a tampon/pad/snack/medicine/whatever else you need and she’s got it for you! And if it’s clear you’re uncomfortable talking about it with the others/at all, she keeps it all on the down low.

If she packed PJs as per the cuddles post, I think she also packed a hot water bottle that she has no problem sharing.

That is… unless that Thing happens and your cycles sync up. Then I think she gets a bit more protective of that water bottle—

But she’s still there for you in other aspects! The survival rate of Shark Week goes up the more people are going through it together, right?

I think Meryl’s a bit like Wolfwood in the sense that she’s following your lead on what you want to do/need her to do while you’re on your cycle. Again, you know your body best, and while she’ll make sure you’re meeting the baseline for hydration and rest, everything else is up to you!

All in all, she’s a great help, and she’s glad you trust her enough to be that help for you.

🧳 Milly Thompson

She’s a complete angel about the whole thing!

Not only has she been going through her own period for a good while now, but she was also around for her siblings when they started going through their cycles.

Basically an expert in the field. While she may not have your preferred supplies on hand, she can def help you get them if you need it!

She totally spoils you with sweets if you let her. I’m talking like a conveyor belt of chocolates and puddings and anything else you could ask for to help keep your stomach from cramping too badly. (Honestly she does it a bit so she has an excuse for sweets herself but that’s not the point—)

She pushes hard for you to take it easy, too. While Meryl and Wolfie are more ambivalent to your activity level, Vash and ESPECIALLY Milly are very pro “chill the hell out on the couch and watch/listen to some reruns to recouperate.”

You know what else happens? She puts your favorite blanket through the dryer/leaves it out in the sun so it gets all warm and toasty for you to snuggle up in.

Like she just peeps into your den with your blanket in her arms like “Hiiii~ I brought a gift!” and it’s the best, she’s the best—

🔪 Millions Knives/Nai

So like… you know how little boys get when they learn about cooties for the first time—

I don’t think he complains too much about the situation out loud, but he’s pretty obviously not pleased that you’re dealing with this. Mostly because he doesn’t wanna deal with it by proxy.

He knows what a period is, he understands, biologically, why humans have it, but being a Plant—and a Plant Supremacist at that—he doesn’t really get it.

Just as long as you’re comfortable and not bothering him too much, he’ll let you do just about whatever.

Like, sure, take all the blankets, why not? You want a snack? If bringing it to you will help you get some rest and sit still, he will bring it to you himself.

…As long as you stay there under all the blankets while he drops it off. Don’t touch him it’s gross— (to him, periods are normal and shouldn’t be stigmatized, Nai.)

I’m just imagining him tossing a candy bar at your blanket fort or something and murmuring shit like “you’re lucky I like tolerate you,” and tbh it’s like. Strangely endearing. In a bastard way—

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silly in the meadow info that was never explicitly mentioned in the fic (they may make an appearance later but they just never came up in the Big Boy)

Knives has 5 scars: 2 in his shoulders, one over his heart, and 2 in the center of his thighs. This is pulled directly from the fight in the anime !!! Vash shoots him 5 times

Milly and Knives don't have sex for..... a while after they start their relationship. I have always felt that Knives struggles with both emotional and physical intimacy and has made exceptions for Milly,,,, but sex is... its too much that early on. He almost feels unworthy or scared he'll ruin something or hurt her T-T

Pet names are always hard for me to write bc they seem so cheesy to me. I think Knives refers to Milly by her name for so long, but he does eventually start calling her "my love"

I think milly would use cute country pet names such as: pumpkin, sweetheart, honey, hon, babe. But more often than not she just calls him Nai

I'd like to think that Knives grows his hair out at least once... and Milly just... its almost too much for her. The waves and the black stripe and when he puts his hair up ? RIP Milly Thompson

So there's 5 boys and 5 girls in Milly's family, and they're named in a fun order

Girls in age order

Amy (Amelia)

Ellie (Eloise)

Penny (Penelope)

Jenny (Jennifer)

Milly (Millicent)

Boys

Arthur

Emerson

Phillip

Jonathan

Marcus

I did this bc im from Utah and big families almost always have silly naming conventions hehe

Penny works the farm mostly bc she likes doing it but also bc her husband passed away soon after their daughter was born. Secret little behind the scenes tragedy (his name was Hiro!)

I think Vash and Meryl leave soon after the ending of in the meadow. They probably stay for the next cycle and up until the market... but Meryl is getting anxious. She doesn't particularly like to stay in one spot (and Vash unsurprisingly is returning to his old habits of wanting to wander)

Milly and Knives leave too but idk how far in the future.

@veilder got me thinking about plant ethics because that is talked about in trimax but the squad never gets to truly talk about it in 98, so I love the idea of Meryl and Milly going into journalism and traveling around to report on the sentience and incredible partnership humans have with plants.

Veil also convinced and solidified the idea of the twins becoming plant engineers (?) And traveling with the girls to help their advocacy and show how to properly treat plants !!!

Roberto is Milly’s Mom's brother,,, so Melinda's maiden name is De Niro

Oh ! I have hc heights !

Knives and Vash - 6'2

Milly - 5'11 (nearly 6 feet)

Meryl - 4'11

Wolfwood - 6'1

Meryl knows that Knives' real name is Nai but ABSOLUTELY refuses to use it. She can recognize her privilege

One day, Knives says Meryl's first name quietly to her with this like stupid bratty grin on his face and Meryl is about to go screaming around the lot that Knives said her name, but then Knives says "whos gonna believe you" and Meryl just 💀💀💀 (please refer to this clip)

Knives is the little spoon (most of the time)

This will become evident with a one-shot I've written, but when Knives has night terrors or panic attacks he just crawls up on Milly and lays his head on her heart. It's a steady beat that calms his racing mind (and her body is soft....)

In accordance with recent Tristamp concept art and ideas... the twins are genderless, but are certainly masculine presenting. This means that genitalia is .... different. Please refer to @millionsknives for their sketches

This also means that I don't think bio children are plausible for either couple... and that might be a hurdle that milly has to jump. And perhaps !!! Because of this!!! They do adopt a few kids

It takes Knives a minute, but when he finally feels like Milly's family is his family,,,, all of those nieces and nephews are His Children and if anything happens to them you have Him to deal with.

I do have names, ages, and birthdays for all of the members of millys family lol

I doubt I'll ever write this, but I think one day Knives reveals some pieces of his plant nature to Milly, like wings and feathers and milly is just ENAMORED. He's so pretty already and with the added softness of feathers and wings????? Milly is done for

This is like.... a trigun hc (not just itm) that I have in my mind but the boys have 3 sets of wings. One main pair on their shoulder blades, another medium pair that sprout at their mid back and a small pair at the base of their spine. Some of Vashs wings are damaged bc of the scarring on his back.

I think if there's ever a proper marriage proposal, it'll be under the apple tree. And milly will be the one to propose

I won't reveal too much bc I would like to write this but.... but Knives is there when Milly dies. That is all I will say.

Thank you for indulging me and if I remember more I will be sure to add them lol.

Also ! If you wanna share your own hc with me plsssss do. Stick em in the tags, replies, or my inbox. I will graciously accept them 💖💖💖

[adelha-mathilde]

Quiet Moments (Prince!Vash AU) drabble

content: Prince Vash finds out that one of his possible brides has a very unique hobby. One that benefits others for him to sit and learn.

// tagging @novasintheroom for this entire verse idea tyvm //

This entire month had been nothing but grueling for the crown prince. With Vash meeting noble after noble to sit and make light conversation. All with people that only wanted to marry off their chosen lady for the benefits. In the hopes that their nation might gain from a marriage with either Prince Vash or King Nai. Given how Nai tended to look after every evening of fine dining and conversations, neither twin seemed all too pleased with this turn of events. There had already been several incidents or scandals already. Most thwarted by King Nai's head advisor, Duke Legato Bluesummers. But there had been two or three incidents where someone was almost murdered or poisoned.

However, they had gotten help from an unexpected ally. That being Countess Mathilde and her family. The first incident being when she noted that someone had added an herbal poison to one of the wine glasses. Her skills as an apothecary and healer proving to be a great boon when one of the nobles drank the poison before anyone could stop him. The Countess had prepared an antidote right away to save the mans life. Earning great gratitude and respect from many for the noble to soon depart for home the next evening.

A month had gone by for Vash and Nai to have already dismissed half of the marriage candidates. With only eight noble families remaining. So Vash hoped things would get easier for everyone. With Wolfwood ensuring that the crown prince was able to keep from jumping out the nearest window to escape the entire ordeal and run away from it all. Yet the well loved Knight had also been getting a lot of attention from the ladies currently trying to curry favor. His reports of how several of them had tried to barter with him to gain an advantage with the crown prince. Which had led to a few heated discussions as Legato had to do trouble shooting to prevent any scandals.

Vash was currently looking for his twin to beg for a day away from the castle. If only to get him some time alone so he might clear his head. But Vash paused in his roaming the hallways to hear an odd sound of wood clacking on wood. So he moved to knock on the door of the room the sound was coming from. The one to answer the door being Laird Currier. His attire more casual than usual for him to smile and hold the door open for the crown prince. "Ah. I take it you were looking for your twin? He has been sitting with us as my daughter works at weaving. Come in and sit with us."

The room was filled with the scents of incense and herbal tea. The continued clacking of the loom mingling with the sounds of humming. There sat King Nai with his shirt unbuttoned and a mug of steaming tea. While he watched as the shy brunette named Magdeline worked at weaving. her humming soft to keep time with her work on the loom. Vash felt a little of his tension ease away as his twin looked up to smile at him. A rare smile that said Nai was at peace and felt safe in this moment. Which had Vash smile back as the Laird pulled out a stool for the crown prince to sit in. His smile a knowing one as he spoke. "We already informed Legato that your twin would be spending some time learning this odd little hobby my daughter enjoys. Margaret left us a half dozen different kinds of tea for us to savor as well."

Vash felt his blood heat at the mention of the Countess that was part of this noble family. His words holding a tinge of want as he asked, "Does she always bring so many kinds of tea to such formal gatherings? I know she brought several different plants for our castle gardens. dare we hope they are all different kinds of tea for us to enjoy?" The Laird gives a hearty chuckle to nod in confirmation before he sits himself on the nearby bed. His crimson eyes going to the adjoining door that connected this room to the other guest room. "Aye. Margaret insisted on it. Despite Claude noting there would be tea here. She was adamant that we bring something you both would genuinely appreciate. So we brought her most robust saplings and tea plants with us."

Nai sipped at his tea to sigh at the taste and muse with warm amusement. "I keep having my advisor insist I cut back on coffee. So this is a good way to appease his constant nagging. I am also finding myself exceedingly grateful that your family is here. Legato has reported to me that all of you spend your time here helping the servants around the castle. The Countess has even treated several of the servants when they fell ill last week. While also teaching her methods on healing to anyone who asks." Eugene closed his eyes to look so very proud yet sad. His sigh filled with many emotions. "Margaret has her father's loving heart and spirit. With her mother's will and convictions. God rest their souls. Her father is my cousin. So when her parents were lost to tragedy, I was the one to take her in." Magdeline stops working at the loom to give a sad sounding sigh of air before she wiped at her eyes with her hands. Soft yet aching words given from the sweet brunette. "I miss them, Papa... Uncle Elias and Aunt Muriel were so kind and patient... I miss seeing them in the summer to play in the meadows and chase ladybugs through the gardens..."

Nai moved to hand Magdeline his handkerchief for her to dab at her eyes. While Vash moved to place his hands to her shoulders and give gentle rubs to comfort her as she gave a few sobs. The crown prince speaking with gentle kindness. "Losing family is never easy. I still miss our mother terribly. She adopted Nai and myself when we were newborns. Loving us as her own and raising us to care for our people and our nation. But I know she wants Nai and myself to make good moments and pursue our happiness with our people. Just as she did when she was still here with us." Magdeline gave Vash a sad smile to nod her head. While her father raised his mug of tea before speaking. "Truth in loving simplicity. But I would make a suggestion for us to try sneaking a late night snack from the kitchen before we retire. I noticed neither of you fine young men ate much during the dinner with the other nobles. So shall we be a tiny bit naughty?"

Nai openly smiled as Vash snickered at the suggestion. With Eugene reaching over to help Magdeline up and fetch the empty tea mugs and now empty tea kettle. With Vash holding the door open for Eugene to walk with Magdeline out of the room for Nai to linger next to his twin. Which gave them a moment to speak their minds. Nai noting, "I find this family to be worthy of our friendship. So even if neither of us wed either lady, I think they would remain allies to us." This had Vash think a moment to then smile. "Yes. They care more about the people than the politics. I agree. But let's do that sneaking and get something to eat."

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Baby Fever with Trigun Boys!

Authors Note: I’ve been so obsessed with the Trigun baby post recently it’s been filling my head with thoughts, so here’s all the Trigun boys with if they would want kids + how many kids I think they’d have! (w Livio, Razlo, and Legato because they never get enough love 💔)  

Trigger warning: hints of pocd in Legatos (his is at the very end so you can stop reading before his if it’s a sensitive subject) 

Vash:

Would Vash want kids? Yes...eventually 

•When he first thinks about having kids with you he’s over the moon excited but then the longer he thinks about it the more nervous he gets. He does want a baby but he already feels bad for dragging you along and putting you in danger, and he’s got a bit of a self-loathing streak (he makes me so sad) so he’ll probably slow down and try to convince you to wait until he stops his brother to have a family

•The other thing is he’s also not even sure if it’s possible, plant and human hybrid??? It’s never been done, not that he’s not eventually down for trying

•Although once he gets it in his head that you want a baby with him he discovers a side of himself that he didn’t know existed until now, rest assured you won’t be leaving the bed anytime soon.

•If you get pregnant before Vash can stop his brother he might mope just a bit apologizing despite you not really being mad, but it doesn’t last long. Then he’s both super excited and super stressed! What do babies need? Are you hot? Cold? Do you need him to carry you? Need help reaching something? He’s there fussing over you like a mother hen

•If you get pregnant after he deals with Knives, then he’s a lot more eager right off the bat, excited to start a family after everything he’s been through (still a mother hen though)

•Vash 👏 has 👏twins 👏

•Two little girls to be exact! one for each arm, one for each parent! Double the cuteness!

• Vash is a very good dad, eager to raise his children the way he thinks Rem would want him to, plus he has you! They grow a bit faster than human children thanks to the plant genes but not nearly as fast as Vash and Nai grew up so luckily you guys get to still enjoy them being small

• As the twins grow up they are eerily similar to how Vash and Nai were as children. In fact Vash gets a bit nervous when his other little girl takes on so many personality traits of his older brother, he stresses about it a bit, not that he didn’t love Nai but he doesn’t want history to repeat itself. Luckily he has you by his side, every time he lets his thoughts run wild, he watches the way you so gently parent the twins...he takes a small breath of relief. He feels in a way...he failed his brother but this is different, this time it’ll be okay

Wolfwood:

Does he want kids? Yes  👍

•Wolfwood loves kids so it’s natural he’d want some of his own especially if it’s with you

•Thing is slightly similar to Vash he’d be a bit reluctant to have kids right now. He’s got a lot on his plate and he also has a bit of a self-loathing streak (Trigun Boys x therapy) he isn’t sure he deserves to start a family with someone as good as you

•When you do start a family Nick goes from 0-100 real fast, and by that I mean he goes from being protective to guard dog mode 24/7 but can you blame him? He’s seen how dangerous the world is he’ll die before he let’s anything happen to you or his unborn child

•Your first kid is a little girl, one that grows up to be...a little too much like her father. Sarcasm is her default speech and she’s a little headstrong, but very protective of her family

•Now I don’t see enough people talking about this but??? Wolfwood??? would for sure want to adopt a kid??? He grew up in an orphanage, so of course your second kid was adopted. As much as he loves your daughter he knows how much the kids at the orphanage need a good home, so you welcome in a little boy. One that's a bit timid and shy and reminds Wolfwood all too much of little Livio when he was young, safe to say it pulls on his heartstrings

•The last kid is the baby! Your daughter and son are a bit older and the third was admittedly a bit of an accident, not an unwelcomed one, but not planned. Either way Nick is happy about it (plus he’s really good at taking care of babies) In all you tie off your happy little family with three kids (four if you count Nick lol)

•Wolfwood is a good dad though. Also, he’s the kid's favorite, so expect to get jealous when, after school, all the kids run into his arms. Don’t expect condolences either this man will look up at you, all the kids in his arms, and give you the biggest shit-eating grin, too...the bastard.

Knives

Would he want kids? Yes if you take care of them lmao

•Okay so unlike Vash and Wolfwood, Knives sees himself as an apex, so he can protect you and his kids from anything, if he decides he wants kids he doesn’t feel the need to wait

•The only thing is...it’s cannon. He’s got a thing for impregnation, right? But you have to realize this is for Plants, plant children aren’t like human children (or in this case plant/human children?) they grow a lot faster, understand a lot quicker, and he’s not the most...nurturing guy in the world. 

 •So buckle up because you’ll be in charge of most of the children's care! Don’t worry too much though, if you ask for something he’ll provide it so you won’t ever need to stress about not having anything. 

•During the pregnancy he’s fiercely protective over you, keeping you in his private wing in a plush bed. Only letting Legato help take care of you and Conrad whos in charge of your check-ups

•Now honestly I’m not sure how many kids he’d have, so I see one of two options

•option one, an only child. One that he has you raise then begins to take more under his wing as he or she grows up. A child that's, in a way, the heir of everything Nai has built, one that will grow to be as strong as their father (with hopefully a bit more care thanks to you)

•option two, lots of children. Once he sees you pregnant the first time...well, he likes you like that, might as well keep you like that all the time, right? Besides don’t you want to continue his legacy?

•Either way he does like love his children, he just has a hard time showing it. He tries to show he cares though I mean, you’ve seen how he is with Vash. Honestly, I think it’s easier for your kids to understand their father's affections since their half-plant gives them a better insight, you know? (if you mess with them it’s literally the quickest way to die though so it’s not like they aren’t under his care still) 

Livio

Does he want children? 100% Yes!

•This man...ugh this man

•Livio 100% wants kids with you, he’s a gentle giant and a soft soul at heart. He wants nothing more than to settle down with you and have a couple little feet running around.

•This man is so patient and so caring with you. He’s also a little scared he’ll hurt you once you’re pregnant. I mean, look at you!!! You’re so cute! Waddling around all that baby weight, what if he crushes you? or bumps into you and hurts the baby? What do you mean that's not how that works?

•Despite his worries you welcome a happy healthy baby girl, who he’s still a little apprehensive about hurting at first but once you guide him through holding the little bundle of joy he’ll settle a bit

•So you have your first little girl, and after about a year you decide to try for another. You and Livio decide you want to try to have one boy and one girl, the only thing is...you have another little girl! But that's okay! Because a year after that you try again...and have another little girl. Livio accepts his fate after that.

•all jokes! Livio really does love his little girls to death, he doesn’t really care if he has a little boy or not, besides it’s endlessly hilarious to come home and see this hulk of a man surrounded by three little girls, one of which has dressed him up in a pink tutu so he can attend her royal tea party, another using her cheap kid make up to make him “the prettiest girl at the ball” while she smears eyeshadow on his face and another one yet pulling what hair he has into multiple little pigtails. 

•Now I do have one small headcannon that only applies if you are in a relationship with both Livio and Razlo. If you are in a relationship with both the boys then Razlo sees the girls as his kids but not his kids if that makes sense...as in he helps raise them as his own but he doesn’t feel like he in particular made them you know?

•Razlo will probably ask if he can try for one kid with you (if you know what I mean) and you'll end up with one more kid, your youngest, and of course...it’s a boy! Razlo will never let Livio live this down, he will tease Livio about this fact forever. “What like it was hard?” “Shut up Razlo” 

Razlo

Does he want kids? Maybe?

•Razlos was a little on the fence about kids at first. He’s spent his life training, protecting, killing. As cocky as he acts he isn’t sure he’d be a good dad.

•Once he gets more settled into his life not constantly fighting he’ll start to consider it though, because Razlo does like kids it’s just...he spent his whole life protecting Livio he had just never really considered the fact he might one day have a family of his own

•When you’re pregnant he follows you around like a puppy, his broad form is like a large shadow keeping a watchful eye over your smaller form. Unlike Livio though he’s a little less scared of his strength, in fact he likes to use it to his advantage, why waste his gift right? So expect him to try to carry you around everywhere. Also don’t even think about lifting anything, that’s what he’s for!

•As mentioned in Livios, if you are in a relationship with both Razlo and Livio, then Razlo will only really try to get you pregnant once all of Livio's kids are born. He’s content with raising all the girls and one little boy. (Razlo also gets swept up into the parties. He puts up a bit more of a fight and complains a bit more than Livio does, but he loves them, so he deals with it.) 

•As for his little boy he tries to get him into more traditionally masculine things so he can have a break from playing princess but he’s actually very accepting of whatever his kids want to do. If his little boy ends up liking the stuff he does? Great! If he doesn’t and just wants to join his sisters? Also great! I mean, he’s a little less thrilled there are now four sets of hands hastily applying lipstick to his face, but that’s life. (Jokes on him, it ends up being one of the little girls who’s a little tomboy. “papa Razlo? can we go catch bugs?” “Oh thank god yes let’s go”) 

•But!!! If you are in a relationship with just Razlo then it’s a bit different. He’ll probably end up with two kids, both boys. The first boy is a lot like him, very loud, blunt, and protective. He’s also a bit of a trouble maker and it doesn’t help that Razlo is a bit of a yes man which ends in both of them with their heads bowed while you scold them

•Your younger one is a bit more of a gentle soul. A lot more shy, more of an introvert and defiantly glued to you in his younger years. Razlo doesn’t 100% understand his interest as he gets older but he does try, in fact his shy nature reminds him a lot of Livio which makes him a bit protective of your youngest. In all he ends up being a great dad

Legato

Does he want kids? No.

•Now listen, you need to understand, this man did not have a good childhood, in fact he didn’t have a childhood.

•He doesn’t have any experience with kids and the way he was treated as a child...yeah he’s got a lot of trauma around the whole concept of children as a whole, and honestly it’d have to be pretty far in your relationship for him to even be willing to be physical enough with you to even have the chance to conceive a kid.    

•So no he doesn’t want kids. 

•But let's say accidents happen and somehow the two of you are a bit careless and you end up pregnant 

•oh boy are you ready? Because Legato makes me really sad. He’d be a bit distant during your pregnancy, he doesn’t really know how to feel about all this, he never imagined himself as a father and now...

•When your baby is first born (a little boy) you’re going to have to do all the care. It’s rough but honestly with his trauma? He’d be scared to death to touch his kid. He’s paranoid. He knows what he went through and he’s scared. What if he hurts his kid? What if the same thing happens to him? In reality he’d never and I mean never hurt his kid but it’s common for this kind of paranoia in victims of the type of abuse Legato suffered.

•It’s a rough couple of first years, but after some reassurance (and therapy! Please get this man therapy!) He slowly comes around. No matter what though he’s protective. Like I said he knows how cruel humanity can be, and even in the first years with his paranoia he’ll be damned if anyone hurts his little boy. In fact he might go a bit overboard and refuse to let anyone even touch him or pick him up besides you

•Once he settles in though...it’s not so bad. He slowly warms up to him, admittedly it’s a bit rocky at first. To your little boy, Legato is a bit of a stranger living in the same house as him since Legato refuses to let himself get too close, but give it time, and they’ll slowly bond.

“I’m told you like to read?”

 “...yeah” 

“Maybe...I could give you some of my favorite books? Would you like that?”

 “...okay.”

•Don’t worry!!! The two end up okay. Despite the less-than-ideal start, Legato gains more confidence the more he interacts with his son. Especially since they have a lot of the same interests. At the end of the day, Legato realizes something, he wants to give his kid the childhood he never got to have.

[nanomooselet]

Episode Two: The Running Man

It's odd how little gets said about this ep, considering it's the most direct homage the earlier anime adaptation - but maybe that might be why? Since, as I said, this was my entry into the story, to me it felt out of place. It seemed like it was doing all it could to distract from how the previous ep concluded.

With hindsight, I think that's the idea.

The opening with the radio! I'm so weirdly fond of it. Yeah it's a flashback, but it shows Vash in a private moment without his mask; a glimpse of his secrets. He's not wearing his coat, so you get a look at how broad his shoulders are; he's also handling the tools to maintain his gun skilfully for someone who claims he's not a fighter. As he's contemplating the crash - he was there, obviously, and he has the photo of him, Rem and Nai still - the radio host says without the Plants, our ancestors would have died out long ago. How long ago? Long enough that Vash likely shouldn't still look such a gosh darn pretty boy? Yet it slips by.

(I do not understand the complaints that Stampede had no mystery.)

This is the episode where he's most committed to the bit of being cute but sort of hapless and silly, too, so the contrast is dramatic. I don't think he was actually expecting Meryl and Roberto to clear his name all at once, but I do think he was hoping, I don't know, maybe they'd believe him from the first. But nothing's ever that easy for my boy. I gotta say, Vash, optimism has its limits. Your story is that you're being framed by your previously unknown identical twin brother. You know it's true, I know it's true, but you might have had an easier time with some, I don't know… evidence? It's not surprising the reporters are sceptical.

Oh god, I'm so sorry, do you want a hug or -

(By the way, this means Knives told everyone it wasn't him, it was a one-armed man.)

He's being melodramatic, but I suspect also more sincere than what comes across - which is the whole reason he exaggerates, of course. (What? No, I'm not talking from experience. I have never, ever done this. Never ever in A MILLION YEARS have I exaggerated to obfuscate my sincerity.) The angle changes to show his face, and it's pretty clear how genuinely exhausted and upset even the thought of Knives makes him. Though it is still pretty funny that Meryl just isn't having it.

Also funny: Meryl versus the Worms, round one. Worms 1, Meryl 0.

Roberto greeting Tonis is really cute. He's a grump, but he's never an asshole to kids.

Ahhhh Tonis gives Vash his bugs and Vash pats his head and then he moves to take his hand away Tonis grabs it so he'll keep doing it and then when Rosa tells Tonis to leave Vash look dismayed and waves goodbye and it is so cute and IT IS SO SAD.

Because Rosa loves her son, wants him healthy and happy and safe, wants him shielded from the violence of the world and from decisions like pulling a gun on the hero of your town who's been nothing but good to you, better than you deserve - and yet we saw Rosa come to the decision that she would do this last episode. Right about... here. See the way she moves from standing in front of him, almost protectively, to beside him, clearing the way? By the look on her face, she doesn't want to. Vash proved himself yet again afterwards, saved the town without hesitation the moment it was endangered at great risk to himself. He's a good man, a friend, someone she trusts. But it's not him Rosa's thinking of now. It's not even the town. It's Tonis.

I have to say, Roberto doesn't look shocked or concerned. He just wearily sets down his mug and raises his hands, expression unchanged. Meanwhile Meryl's turned into a cartoon.

Vash understands. He didn't fight back against the MPs. He didn't instigate the duel. It's because of him that this is necessary. That just doesn't mean he's going to make it easy for them.

Ah, that old Stampede special: the undignified leg-spread landing.

Man the English dub is good, but it's this episode I started to realise how good. It's incredibly funny. "The furious fists of the Nebraska Family challenge you to a duel!" "Felt the fury right there!" "Money! Come back!" "I hope you like pancakes, because you're going to become one!"

There's one translation I'm not sold on, though, and it's Nebraska declaring "Power is justice! Power is truth!" I had the same problem in Persona 5 Royal when I played it and the characters kept going on about how they'll "prove our justice". It sounds so awkward.

From what I can tell, the word they're using translates more clearly to "moral rightness" or "righteousness", and the score title for Stampede renders what Nebraska says better: might is right. He's advocating Social Darwinism, basically. It's the natural order of the world: the strong deserve to flourish, the weak deserve to perish.

Nebraska: I hate cowards like you! This whole planet is fighting for survival! Anyone who runs is bound to die like a sorry loser! But you, Stampede! How dare you?! / You coward! I despise waste-of-life cream puffs like you! You have to fight tooth and nail to survive in this world! If those who can't hack it run away and die like chickens, then so be it! But you? I expected more, Stampede!

Vash: You might be right that I'm too timid. But is that such a terrible thing? Is fighting everything head-on so important? Even if it gets someone killed? / Okay, I may not be the bravest, but what's so terrible about being a little timid? Is fighting head-on always right? It risks lives, and for what?

Nebraska: Weapons… are made for fighting! Do you get it now?! There's no future for those who don't fight! / I might as well, huh? It's what the damn thing's made for! That'll show ya! Any snivelling slug too scared to fight must die!

Vash: Come on, can you back off? I really don't want to fight anyone. / Can you guys cool it for a second? I'm really not in the mood for violence.

Nebraska: That's the attitude that pisses me off! / When the world ends, will it ask if you're in the mood?

It's kinda funny that Nebraska keeps going on about it, though, because he also keeps demanding accommodation for his son's weakness. If he was really committed he'd rely only on himself instead of endangering Gofsef. And yet oddly enough, it's the hypocrisy which saves him, because it's how Rosa realises how much they have in common. He loves Gofsef, just like she loves Tonis, and Vash forgives them both.

Enjoy the subtle gag of Meryl mirroring her "parents'" expressions, BTW.

Nabraska judging the townspeople for drinking before 5:00PM as if he didn't just destroy half the place trying to steal their only power source.

Gofsef being creeped out by Tonis's Worm buddies.

And Roberto visibly tuning out as Meryl tells him off.

I think the reason this feels like it's all happening so fast is because this is the place where an episode of the older adaptation would end, leaving some implied time to pass before the next crisis. But this isn't twenty-six self-contained episodes, it's twelve instalments of one story. The running man must continue to run, because it was never humans he was running from.

And I didn't realise this until now, but the drone in Vash's room? It's looking for him, or his things. It doesn't find either.

When it doesn't...

E.G. launches his assault, though the drones had been patrolling since the previous night. Vash was about to leave when he heard the scream from the diner and rushed back to help. And so he stayed long enough for E.G.'s master to arrive in person.

Whatever happened in Jeneora Rock, it seems it was necessary for Vash to witness it, so E.G. had instructions to keep him in place.

So E.G.'s cyborg enhancements look like a bear trap.

Of course.